Barn on fire
Look at the cows run
As the barn roof collapses
And the flames climb high
Driving in darkness
Soot on the wind turns my head
Guttering it burns
Civil Engineering
The roads wound around
As we drove through Montreal
It made my head spin
Why did we do it?
Our rebar revolution.
We needed a bridge.
Pigs
Smelly pigs and fog
Quiet classical music
Darkest night and pot
Charred spit and gristle
With an apple in its mouth
Slowly turns the pig
Mist
Beneath the white cloud
And between the misty fog,
The CN Tower
Running from the fog
In a costal morning light
Suddenly: a cliff.
Crisis
All the alarms shriek:
Bells, whistles, beeps crescendo
I gasp, then silence.
Once when I was young
I held between my fingers
Sulfur. And struck it.
Mountain view
A distant mountain
Covered in red and gold trees,
Reflects in a lake.
God bless the Polish
Beauty and isolation
A church and a view
Lobster
I'm stuck in a trap,
Being lifted to my doom
Where my claws won't clack
Clickity-Clack-Clack
I walk with bones on my back
Down the sandy track
The season fall
Yellow and orange
Burst out from the green forest
And red flames brightly
And there is beauty
And there is blood red luster
In my final fall
Unlucky bear
The salmon are gone
The honey bees migrated
The camper are packed
Honey and berries
And salmon thick in the stream
And one careful shot
Tide
The moon's in the west
Tidal pools swell, rivers rise
And the ocean comes
Acadian coast
Too bad all the fish are gone
You can't fight the tide
Ourselves
A tall brown-haired girl
Walks, smiles and chats to herself
Then she laughs out loud
Early explorer
Finally leaves the shale coast
Hungry and tired
Rome
City of logic
Laws, bread and circuses, lies
Crumbled in the sun
Roads and discipline
The heel of Rome on your throat
My centurion
Sandy
A castle built high,
Detailed with turrets and flags
Gives way to the tide.
Boulders on mountains
Rocks tumble in the rivers
Pebbles in the beach
Mortified
As I passed Derek
I clocked him in the head
Intentionally
I've got some advice
Lock the door before you poop
Trust me on this one
Whales
We drove to the coast
We didn't see any whales
But we thought we did
This much I'll tell you
Jelly fish in Sandy Cove
Are better than whales
Ferry
We left from Digby
And cross the Bay of Fundy.
St. John by midnight.
There's not a ripple
And, across the river Styx
The ferryman grins
Frigid
My wife is frigid
Our bed is cold and clammy
She won't lift her skirts.
The slippery blan-
Ket is heavy on my toes,
And I'm shivering.
Hills
Green, red and gold hills
Between which a river runs
Flowing to the sea
Hiding in the hills
We are the last resistance
Tomorrow we die
Stone
I melt then surface
I crack, bend, break and crumble
I'm worn by the sea
Aluminum peg
I'm pounding it through the shale
No stone will stop me.
The Other
Giggles when tickled
Lanky legs and soft brown eyes
Mike likes cuddling
My little monster
Always all over the place
Like a butterfly
Religion
John Knox was a Scott
In Ottawa there stands a
Church that bears his name.
What is religion?
A good excuse for killing...
It's always been thus.
Farms
A calf sucks my hand
Al the way up to my wrist
It misses its mom.
Season sow our fate
We rend our lives from the earth
And worship the sun.
Disaster
No gas or chicken
We got lost to find ice cream
St. Hyacinthe
Ugly mothered son
Of a diseased ridden goat
Raised on swill and dirt.